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Wednesday, July 7, 2021

 

Christmas is Coming Early This Year!

 

A SEAL's Sugar Cookie Christmas by Connie Y Harris



Former Navy SEAL, Bill Evanston, AKA Pudge, enjoys a secret passion. Every Christmas, he bakes sugar cookies for the wounded military recovering at the Veteran’s Hospital. But a request for a home visit to a troubled Marine, Gunnar Greyson, ignites a different passion when he meets Gunnar’s sister, Stella. As their relationship deepens, so does Gunnar’s depression after his bid to adopt his beloved K-9, Pyro, is denied and the dog is sold.

Stella Greyson is a Hollywood stunt woman and an alpha female. With her focus on career and helping her brother, she doesn’t have time for romance. That is until Pudge disarms her with his masculine charm and his all-in commitment to save her brother. He’s the man she’s always dreamed of but thought only existed in the movies.

With Gunnar’s life hanging in the balance and his relationship with Stella in shambles, Pudge needs a Christmas miracle to pull off his most important mission: find Pyro and win back the love of his life.

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Thursday, September 5, 2019

Introducing @RomanceBooks4Us World... Soldiers of Fortune #SOF #RB4U #RomSus #PolishedPromos


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S.O.F.: Soldiers of Fortune


A Romance Books 4 Us World (Volume Book 2)




Rhett Fortune settled on the small parcel of land he purchased in 1858 with his wife Clara and founded the beautiful landscape that surrounded his newly built home and what is now known as Fortune, TX. A veteran of the United States Army and as a Colonel who served with honor in the Mexican American War, Rhett and Clara raised a large family. Sons and daughters, and grandchildren to follow, their clan grew throughout the decades.

Now in the 21st Century, two of their descendants remain at the helm. Chance Fortune, a former member of the Army's Delta Force and co-founder of Soldiers of Fortune, has an innate duty to serve and protect. Working with his brother, RJ Fortune, a former Navy SEAL and wounded warrior, they take the cases that their government won't. And vow to protect the civilians that no one else can.

They have quietly put out the word and now, after three years, other former brothers-in-arms have contacted them bringing situations that span not only the country but the globe. On Fortune family land they have built a facility out of the public eye for their office, a helicopter, a gun range, and whatever else they might need.


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Sacrifice: Part 2 by Nicole Morgan

Ever Since she entered the picture, his mission has changed.

Eddie Peterson’s mission had been to take down the nearly untouchable drug lord, Rojas. Years of being underground, with no protection from his country, he is left to fight off the cartel on his own. It was a job he thought he could handle.
With Marissa Rojas nothing is simple. The only daughter of a ruthless drug lord leaves little opportunity for a wholesome upbringing. Her life is complicated and thanks to her bodyguard, Eddie, things are about to get a whole lot tougher.
Now, it is no longer Eddie’s mission that is in jeopardy. It is their very lives.


Operation Undercover by Krista Ames

Don’t get caught under the covers.

With the help of the Soldiers of Fortune, Jax Benning is interested in going undercover for as long as possible to figure out what may have happened to his parents. Now if only he could get their help with the new woman present in his life to be able to go undercover.
Evie Jackson can’t let go of her reservations about her aunt and uncle’s new farm hand, even though he’s been nothing but polite and hardworking. Her heart is fighting a battle with her head over his striking appearance as well.
Will Jax be able to stay on track to find his parents, or will Evie blow his plan and invade the parts of his heart he’d shut off from the world?


Killing Me Softly by Deelylah Mullin

With only gunfire and each other to keep them company, can Jorden and Luke save the innocents without complicating things?

When Jorden Mane met Luke Garrett, there weren’t wedding bells ringing, choirs singing, nor fireworks exploding—unless you consider the gunfire. But, as she got to know the mysterious man behind the stoic facade, she fell for him. Hard.
But, it didn’t matter. They needed to get to find El Capitan—the mastermind behind the decimation of the small villages they’d encountered.
As Luke Garrett used his special ops training to defeat the bad guys, he sensed a familiarity in the attacks—like they were the plans of a previous mission leader or commanding officer.
Which made him shudder at every turn.
It also made him have to think outside-the-box with regard to defensive tactics.
All of it made his head spin, but the constant was Jordan. He didn’t know when or how it happened, but he’d grown to care for her.
Which was a bad, bad thing when they were on the outskirts of the law.
Will Jordan and Luke make it through the next siege? Can they keep their feelings for one another out of the mix? Or will passion fuel the flames of their survival?


Dogs of Fortune by Joanne Jaytanie

The Baker Corp. has recruited Blair Sellick, a nationally known dog trainer with truly phenomenal skills, to provide exceptional training for service dogs. The project would supply highly intelligent animals as partners for victims of PTSD and other disabilities. Or would it?
The answer has disappeared along with Blair, her fellow dog trainers, and all the dogs.
Ex-SEAL and canine handler Zane Kelly is done with war, with dogs, and with the Soldiers of Fortune. Coerced, cajoled, and eventually intrigued, Zane finally capitulates to the Soldiers of Fortune recruiters for just one project, to find Blair Sellick. The mission is clear, the dog trainers are dying, and nobody has heard from Blair for weeks. Zane has failed only one mission, and that failure cost his canine partner Axel his life.
This time Zane has no intention of leaving anyone behind.

Friday, August 30, 2019

Introducing Luke Garrett @RomanceBooks4Us World... Soldiers of Fortune #SOF #RB4U #RomSus #PolishedPromos @Vampbard


Meet…  Luke Garrett


With his buzz-cut dark hair and piercing blue eyes, Luke Barrett is a handsome leading man. Add to that a perpetual week-old beard, and enough strength to do pull ups with one hand, you’ll fall for him as quickly as Jordan Mane does.

Read more about Luke in Deelylah Mullin’s Killing Me Softly available exclusively in Romance Books 4 Us World “Soldiers of Fortune.”


With only gunfire and each other to keep them company, can Jorden and Luke save the innocents without complicating things?

When Jorden Mane met Luke Garrett, there weren’t wedding bells ringing, choirs singing, nor fireworks exploding—unless you consider the gunfire. But, as she got to know the mysterious man behind the stoic facade, she fell for him. Hard.
But, it didn’t matter. They needed to get to find El Capitan—the mastermind behind the decimation of the small villages they’d encountered.
As Luke Garrett used his special ops training to defeat the bad guys, he sensed a familiarity in the attacks—like they were the plans of a previous mission leader or commanding officer.
Which made him shudder at every turn.
It also made him have to think outside-the-box with regard to defensive tactics.
All of it made his head spin, but the constant was Jordan. He didn’t know when or how it happened, but he’d grown to care for her.
Which was a bad, bad thing when they were on the outskirts of the law.
Will Jordan and Luke make it through the next siege? Can they keep their feelings for one another out of the mix? Or will passion fuel the flames of their survival?


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Tuesday, November 1, 2016

A Beast of Vengeance (A Black Mesa Novel) by @Brooks_LL an #Erotic #PNR #GayRomance

The cop in Daniel recognized Wolf as a predator and knew he was dangerous…but he couldn’t stay away from the only man who ever attracted him. 
 
Adult Excerpt:
“Want a date?” Daniel Donovan, known only as Danny on the streets, laid his hand on the big man’s arm and got the strangest feeling. A kind of a tingle ran up his fingers, into his hand and arm.
“Get your hand off me and don’t ever touch me again.”
Daniel snatched his hand back, rubbing his fingers together to work off the unsettling sensation. What he’d wanted to do—what was in his head—until the man spoke, was run his hand down the leather clad arm to the man’s hand and bare flesh. Confused by a desire he’d never had before, he half-shook his head to get back in his character. “No offense.” He clenched his hand and backed off a step. “I just read the signals wrong. You aren’t going to bash me or anything are you?”
Had he ever read the man wrong! He thought he’d seen interest in the gaze of ice blue eyes sweeping over him. The reception he got instead told him he better be damned careful, and he flinched when the big man leaned toward him and sniffed. Sniffed? What the hell was that? What the hell was he smiling about?
“If you want a bust, try the guy on the end. He’s a pimp. He’ll either chase you out of his territory, beat the hell out of you for invading, or…” His eyes traveled over Daniel’s face, down and back up from his chest behind a too tight T-shirt to his crotch and the cutoff jeans he wore so short his balls peeked out if he wasn’t careful in how he moved or sat. “…cold cock you and force you into his stable. You better have good backup.”
“I ain’t no cop.”
The man turned back to face his drink. “So you say, kid.”
“I’m not—” He bit the words back, nearly forgetting his cover in an instant reaction to how young he looked. As far as his appearance went, he’d been stuck in puberty since he was sixteen years old. A sore spot for Daniel and the bastard taunting him smiled at that, too. “Who the hell are you?”
“No one who is any of your business.”
“I doubt that.” Predator popped into Daniel’s mind. The man was a predator.


Monday, October 31, 2016

SPOTLIGHT: The Wait for Red Roses by Larion Wills #Romance #Contemporary @LarraineWills



Hired to impersonate another man, John had his own agenda. Convincing Cindra to sign papers to divorce the man who deserted her five years before, the job he was hired to do, didn’t suit his purpose. If the family was willing to pay to have his face reconstructed to be Curt, then there was more involved than the slippery lawyer claimed. Cindra, however, turned out to be an unexpected problem. She wanted the divorce she thought she already had and suspected every word he said.
To Cindra, he looked, sounded and felt like Curt, but something was off. Despite little things he did to remind her of the past, he didn’t know things he should and was too nice to be the over-controlling and abusive Curt. Confused and then frightened by his insistence that she was in danger, she found herself with no one to turn to. Trust him again, believe him or maybe find herself dead.


Excerpt: PG
“Are you going to slam the door in my face?”
Cindra snapped her hanging jaw shut and jerked up straight, her hand still on the door, looking ready to do just that. “Not yet,” she murmured.
Nor was she going to invite him in. That was obvious. Curt—his name for the time being—didn’t expect more. He hadn’t even expected as much as he was getting. Curtis Wellborn the Third walked out on her and their three-year marriage five years ago. She had every reason to slam the door in a face carefully constructed with surgery to look like Curtis.
“You let your hair grow out,” he commented, knowing only because the provided pictures of her included one from five years ago as well as the present. The short, sophisticated style of then had altered to well past her shoulders in a long, wavy, slightly wild, dark-haired gypsy look.
He knew instantly he had said the wrong thing.
Cindra’s slender body stiffened even more under the conservative business suit she wore, one at odds with the carefree look her hair and bare feet gave her. Her voice morphed to icy. “It’s how I like it.”
“I wasn’t criticizing,” he told her in puzzlement.
“You never open your mouth that you aren’t criticizing.”
Curt, the name he had to get used to, tried again. “It’s pretty that way.”
“Pretty? That’s different.”
Hoping he’d received the opening he needed, he told her, “I’ve changed, Cindra.”
“If you’re here for the things you ordered me to keep for you, they’re gone, two weeks after you left.”
“I don’t even remember what it was. I just want to talk. Maybe we could pick some neutral place and have dinner.”
“Talk? I’m sure you said all you wanted to say the day you left, and you never gave me a chance to say anything. It wasn’t macho.”
“I was twenty-one years old and a long way from being as smart as I thought I was or afraid I wasn’t. I never had much of a role model, and—”
“Oh, please, not the ‘it was all my daddy’s fault’ excuse.”
“It was my fault,” he stated, moving a step closer.
Cindra backed, and her hand tightened on the door, with her arm tensing to give it a shove.
Curt retreated, careful not to crowd her. Looking like a deer posed to run, she obviously didn’t believe him and wasn’t going to, he feared, at least not soon. Prepared for distrust, he talked faster. “I was a punk with my priorities all screwed up. Let me take you to dinner and talk about it, really talk, you and me.”
“No.”
The door shut. She didn’t slam it, but it was definite.


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Sunday, October 30, 2016

#GIVEAWAY with today's spotlight: CHASING DREAMS by Alison Mello #Romance @alisonmelloauth @limitlessbooks




CHASING DREAMS
by Alison Mello 

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Love Conquers Life: Books 1-4



Release Date: April 5, 2016
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
SYNOPSIS: Young, gorgeous, and with the voice of an angel, Skyler Jones dreams of becoming a singer… 

After the death of her parents in a tragic car accident, there’s nothing to tie twenty-five-year-old Skyler to the East Coast. But if she’s learned one thing, it’s that life is short. So with aspirations of landing a record deal, she moves to the land of champagne wishes and caviar dreams. 

Sexy, rich, and wildly successful, Logan Michaels’ club is the hottest nightspot in Los Angeles… 

While at his club, Logan spots a stunning woman ordering a drink. In L.A., beautiful women are a dime a dozen, but this one’s different—and so is their connection. He’s never been so infatuated, and he’s determined to know more about the striking stranger. After pulling some strings, he finds out where she works and asks her to dinner. 

They find more than love—they find opportunity… 

After a few dates, Logan convinces Skyler to perform at his club. But when Skyler dances with one of Logan’s connections, he’s unable to contain his explosive jealousy. However, his major screw-up with Skyler is the least of his problems. When a scorned ex-employee seeks revenge in the most deadly of ways, it puts both himself and Skyler’s life in danger. 

Will Logan be able to protect Skyler from the growing threat? 
Or will she run…and write off this chapter of her life as chasing dreams?

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR: ALISON MELLO: Alison Mello is a wife and stay at home mom to a wonderful little boy. She lives with her amazing family in Massachusetts. She loves playing soccer, basketball and football with her son.

After having her son, Alison started reading again and fell in love with Contemporary Romance. Reading made her happy and gave her something to do when she had downtime. As she started to read more, she started to notice things she really enjoyed in a book and things she didn’t. She began to have ideas for writing one of her own. One day she literally woke up and started writing. She realized that if there was ever a time for her to write, it was now. She had a part time job to give her something to do. The hours at work were slow and she was bored with what she was doing, so while her son was off enjoying his friends over summer vacation she got started.

Alison finished the first book in two weeks and decided that she really enjoyed writing, so she kept going. She already had ideas in mind for books two and three, so she kept writing. That is how the Learning to Love Series was born. Somewhere along the line, one of my Beta readers convinced me that Michael, a character from Finding Love, needed his own story. That is when Alison added the fourth and final book. Alison hopes you enjoy her books as much as she enjoyed writing them.

She’s so glad she started this writing journey and hopes you will stay with her for the ride. Chasing Dreams is scheduled to release in April and the first two books of the Love Conquers Life series will be out this summer!





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Saturday, October 29, 2016

Find out about @DenyseBridger's The Devane Files #Historical #Romance



The Devane Files: Book One - OUT OF HELL
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A murder scene is not exactly the place to find romance. But when Inspector Michael Devane is called upon to solve the murder of Robert Bradshaw, he finds a woman who arouses intense passion in his heart. Unfortunately, she’s at the top of his suspect list! Denyse Bridger brings the Victorian Era alive in Out of Hell, Book 1 of her romance series The Devane Files.

London 1892
Whitechapel was disturbingly quiet as newly appointed Inspector, Michael Charles Devane walked the streets in contemplative solitude. His eyes missed nothing as he strolled, absorbed with the turmoil inside his head, yet acutely aware of all that was around him. It was instinctive, like so much else about his nature. His promotion had come at a difficult time in his career, his friend and mentor, Chief Inspector Fred Abberline had only retired weeks earlier, and Michael frequently wondered if it was Abberline’s influence that had tipped the scales in his favor when it came time for his Superintendent to consider this promotion. His career before Abberline’s friendship had certainly not indicated he would rise in the ranks to this level. He shivered against the sudden chill of memory, drawn inexorably back to the evening a few years ago when he had been recruited into Abberline’s elite H Division unit of investigators hunting the notorious killer who would become known as Jack The Ripper.
Devane had been a mediocre police officer, but several small cases that had baffled other investigators had been solved by his unorthodox and admittedly questionable methods. Like Fred Abberline, Michael Devane knew the district intimately, and he spent long periods of time actually living in Whitechapel. The locals trusted him. The prostitutes had laughingly befriended him in the first years of his adult life, and subsequently, the early days of his career with the police force. He had contacts that even Abberline didn’t have access to, and the then Inspector in charge of the ground forces, wanted Michael on his team. Strings had been pulled, and his transfer had been made in the space of days. If he’d known then what the events of the coming months would bring to his life, Devane might have chosen a more peaceful method for destruction of his mind, his emotional balance, and his life in general.
Mist curled around his feet; the thick, cottony clouds of fog that were uniquely London clinging to his pants with cloying wetness. His footsteps, lost in the swirl of sickly white on the cobble-stoned ground, sounded vaguely muffled. He pulled the collar of his overcoat a little higher and glanced around. There were still people brave enough to walk the streets, but fear lingered behind the boldness of the gazes that met his stare, then slid away too quickly. He shuddered as he spotted The Ten Bells tavern, and the chill of the night sank deeper into his being. Almost four years since the Ripper murders, but it might have been yesterday to many. It felt like yesterday to him. Every time there was a particularly messy murder, it was attributed to the infamous Ripper; and there had been several that did, indeed, look like the madman’s work. After all, the police had never caught the notorious Jack the Ripper. Had they? A great number of people blamed Chief Inspector Fred Abberline. Others were not so specific and targeted anybody who was even remotely associated with the nightmarish case. Few people knew the truth. It would always be that way, too, he knew, truth being subjective, and loyalties as eternally ambiguous as the evidence. Conspiracy theories had abounded at the time of the killings, and many more had been formulated and put forth since those grisly days in the latter half of 1888.
Devane’s sergeant, David Goodwin, chided him often for his penchant for inviting death, whether it was walking the Whitechapel streets, or caught in the limbo dream-world created by his continued use of opium. ‘Chasing the dragon’, as Goodwin, (and a few others), noted with his worry-tainted contempt of the practice. Devane knew the bursts of anger were born in concern, and he frequently ignored what another police inspector would have disciplined in his “junior”. That irony never ceased to bring a flicker of wry amusement to the younger man’s handsome features, and it did so now; Devane felt the telltale twitch of movement at his mouth--just beyond his conscious control.
A hand touched his arm, tugged less than gently, and he turned to look into the lascivious smile of a local whore. He saw a multitude of things in her pale eyes as they looked at each other, among them was the ever-present fear. Her gaze dropped for an instant as she took stock of him, a potential customer. His expression remained passive, and when her head rose to meet his stare a second time, she was apologetic.
“Beggin’ your pardon, sir,” she mumbled, and ran off before he could utter a word.
Inspector Devane was not typical of her customary clientele, in any way. He was young, exceptionally handsome, and dressed like a gentleman. His eyes were dark, intelligent, and if anyone peered too closely, the shadows of perpetual pain and deeply-rooted loss would become visible. Few people were permitted that privilege, of course.
Devane continued his interrupted walk, and eventually the worn sign of Mitre Street caught his attention. Again, the icy breath of past death caressed his insides. Just beyond the Street was Mitre Square and the ghost of Catharine Eddowes, Jack The Ripper’s fourth victim. He turned away, unwilling to go further in that direction. Abberline had been quick to see the value of his gift of near-clairvoyant insight, and had quickly given him the rare opportunity to be among his men on the streets. It had been a mixed blessing, indeed. He’d gained invaluable experience working with Abberline’s team, but the horrors he’d seen had never quite faded safely into vague oblivion.
The Ripper had been haunting him anew recently. Devane’s dream-vision had once again been filled with gore and terror. Not entirely unique in his experience, but the horror of the attacks, and the violence in the residue that remained with him throughout the day, was vividly reminiscent of the Ripper murders that had occurred over a period of several months. He knew that it was not the work of Jack The Ripper, yet something was drawing him back into that macabre nightmare world that had cost him a piece of his soul, as well as his faltering marriage, and then threatened his very sanity in ways about which he tried to avoid thinking.
His footsteps quickened slightly, and it took only a single heartbeat for him to recognize the reason for it; behind him, the sound of a carriage approaching, moving fast and with purpose. Pulling his thoughts inward, cloaking himself in cultivated control, Devane turned to face the nearing vehicle. Repressing his annoyance, he went to join Goodwin when the sergeant’s broad face appeared in the window and he beckoned.
“Good-evening, sir,” Goodwin said quietly, once Devane was seated next to him and he’d told the driver to continue onward to their destination.
“What is it this time, Sergeant?” Devane enquired, gazing outward, seeing nothing.
Goodwin winced at the resignation in the younger man’s strong, quiet voice. He didn’t really know what to say to Devane a great deal of the time now. Goodwin had worked with Devane for a number of years, and they’d become friends. But, things had changed after the Ripper case. Not in overt ways, but the more subtle undercurrents had shifted into a murky grey area where he was no longer always certain of Devane’s dark genius. Fred Abberline had hinted it might happen, but Goodwin hadn’t believed it; he’d known Devane for such a long time, and his faith had been unshakable, until that terrible case. And, this new one was going to put more pressure on a personality that was fraught with edginess on the best of days.
“Sergeant Goodwin?”
Goodwin started visibly and tried to look away from the intensity of Devane’s expectant gaze. It was impossible. It always had been.
“There’s been a murder,” he imparted cautiously. Devane released him by turning to look out the window again, drinking in the night and its secrets.
“What of it?”
“It was messy, Inspector. They’re already whispering about The Ripper being back at work. Though that makes little enough sense in this case, since the victim is a man, not a Whitechapel bang-tail.”
Devane closed his eyes and leaned back in the safe confines of the jostling carriage. He was suddenly drifting into lethargy, tired beyond weariness. His head fell back and a hiss of breath escaped from between clenched teeth. Before he could hold back the images, blood spattered his mind’s eye and held him in the semi-consciousness of familiar dream-scapes. A scream, deafening yet soundless, split the silence inside his head. He turned, and a graceful, eerily beautiful arc of liquid fire sprayed upward, glistening drops of crimson life held suspended against the stark glow of gaslights. A sliver of silver glimmered, vanished, then returned again, covered in scarlet gloss. Then the screaming amplified and enveloped him for timeless seconds, until it slowly pulsed to a soft, steady heartbeat. Through the haze of red, a face tried to take form, and failed. Devane inwardly twisted away, eager to escape the marred beauty that pleaded with his tortured soul...
“Inspector?”
Goodwin’s concerned shout penetrated the fog, and banished the siren and her song. Devane nodded, opened his eyes, and peered out to look at the pale grandeur of a Kensington townhouse. Two uniformed constables flanked the massive double doors that were the entrance to the place, and Devane knew Goodwin would have two others positioned at the rear of the house as well. As he descended the steps and felt solid ground under his feet again, his equilibrium reasserted itself. Goodwin waited until he led the way, and they approached the house in resolute silence.
Before they had reached the landing at the top of the stairs, the huge doors swung open and an immaculately dressed, somber butler awaited them. They presented an incongruous pair, and the butler’s flickering gaze did a quick inventory of the two policeman. Goodwin was a big man, half a head taller than his companion, and twice his bulk. He was older, with a friendly, broad face that was deceptive about its owner’s perceptiveness. Sharp eyes belied the illusion of a cheerful bear of a man, and his stance was faintly protective as he stood next to the smaller man. Goodwin’s clothes were less stylishly cut and less expensive, as well. But, there was no denying his imposing presence.
“This is Inspector Devane, Mr. Carstaires,” Goodwin said, apparently having already met the typically haughty servant.
The Inspector was a slender man, dressed in a deep midnight blue suit and pristine white shirt with black tie, the knot very slightly askew. He was pale, features fine and angular, very striking in quiet demeanor and possessed of a forceful personality that wasn’t evident until you met his startlingly dark eyes. He wasn’t six feet tall, yet this was the stronger and more dangerous of the two men, the butler realized instantly. Whatever Devane lacked in physical strength was more than compensated for by his quick, agile mind.
“Lady Bradshaw is waiting for you in the Library. The family physician has been sent for,” he added in explanation. “I will inform you upon his arrival.”
“I’ll need to see the body and the crime site first,” Devane inserted quietly. “Then the family.”
Carstaires digested the request, nodded slowly, then changed the direction they’d been going in and stopped at the foot of the long, curving staircase that dominated the huge foyer of the house.
“I believe Sergeant Goodwin can show you which room,” the butler said with a faintly questioning look at Goodwin. The sergeant smiled and nodded, and the expression turned to a soft chuckle as he indicated the stairs.
“Shall we, sir?”
The Devane Files: Book One - OUT OF HELL
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The Devane Files: Book Two - AN UNSPOKEN BETRAYAL
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Book 2 of The Devane Files finds our intrepid inspector ready to settle down with his new wife. But problems seem to find their way to his front door. Now, Devane finds himself once again caught up in a mystery that could not only cost him the love of the woman who holds his heart, but his life as well.